Why do I write?
Why do you breathe? Why do fish swim? Why do plants photosynthesize?
Writing to me is not only a way to express myself,
a suicide prevention plan,
an escape from reality,
a way to get the pestering thoughts out.
I write on paper so I do not write on my skin the things they used to call me.
Instead or staining my skin with scars,
I stain paper with my thoughts,
Witchout writing I am numb.
I walk, zombie like, twards the sun,
all emotions blocked by the need to hold myself together.
when I write,
to sum up this poem that I filled with seacrets to be judged so I can have the future I want,
I write to take the pain away.
if I did not write,
I would surly be dead by now.